Chapter 65: Little Bodhisattva

Teacher Li will return to his hometown for the Chinese New Year next year, and the last cello class of the year will start at 2:30 p.m.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, Su Xia withdrew two thousand yuan in cash from the bank, changed all of it into fifty yuan, and walked towards the back door of Nancheng Night Market against the wind with a thick stack of cash in his pocket.

A new piece of land has been opened in the south city, and they plan to build a large office building and business district in the future. There are construction sites all around, and at a glance, you can see a large area of ​​blue iron roofs of simple dormitories.

The sky was overcast and it was snowing, making it especially cold.

The workers walked out in groups of three or four, with their hands in their pockets. Their cigarettes couldn't be lit in the wind, and they didn't dare to take off their safety helmets.

Su Xia stood at the intersection, staring at several waves of people passing by, and finally plucked up the courage and reached out to stop them.

"Can I treat you guys to a meal? It's at the fried noodle stall at the back door of the night market. It just opened and I'm here to show my support."

There are many men on the construction site, from teenagers to old men in their fifties and sixties, from all over the country, but there is no girl like this who speaks so softly.

A spotless white down jacket with a furry collar wrapped around the red, frozen little face. When you get closer, you can smell a faint sweet fragrance.

That air of pampered nobility couldn't be concealed at all, and it was obvious at first glance that she wasn't the girl soliciting business at the night market.

The worker who was stopped did not respond.

The young worker who was traveling with her was frivolous and glanced at her face. "Just treat me if I say so, little sister. Are you talking about money or people?"

Su Xiadang didn't understand, "I pay in cash, I don't cheat."

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and it’s not easy to make some money.

Pie in the sky doesn't happen often.

Either they really met a fool, or they are fools themselves.

Except for a few people with ulterior motives, the workers stopped talking to her and hunched their backs, wanting to go to a nearby lunch stall together to eat.

The girl took a few steps back.

This time, Su Xia directly pulled out a few cash bills from her pocket. She pinched the money with her pink fingertips and held it up in the cold wind. Her voice was clear and sincere, "I'll give fifty per person."

"Please order their most expensive fried noodles with Chinese sausage, egg, and pork tenderloin. It's 15 yuan a portion, and you can bring a bottle of water."

"I'll pay for the meal first. I'll watch over you for a while. After you finish eating, come back to me to collect the remaining money. I'll wait until 1 p.m. If you have any coworkers, you can call them over to join you. I'll pay as much as I can. I'll keep my word."

After just a few words, everyone was stunned.

Su Xia pursed her lips and blinked, "Isn't that enough?"

The leading worker was older, his dark, honest face flushed red. "Enough, enough, enough!"

After leaving my hometown and working hard for a year, I just thought it was a blessing from the Bodhisattva.

The Nancheng Night Market is very large and is open from noon to two or three in the morning.

With the help of Su Xiaojuan's friend, Xu Jiqing's stall was in a good location this time. It was not far from the entrance, and next to it was a camphor tree with well-grown branches. They hung light bulbs, set up a windproof shed, and put two tables and small stools underneath, making it a simple place for dine-in.

Xu Jiqing was there when I set up the stall the day before.

The young man was wearing the black cotton coat he wore when we last met. He was going back and forth serving food in the shed. He was bent over, but his broad shoulders were straight.

Su Xia stood next to the traffic light at the intersection, standing on tiptoe and looking over there again and again.

I originally wanted to supervise whether those who received the money kept their promises, but unknowingly, my attention was drawn to Xu Jiqing alone.

The wind was strong today, and the leafless branches were rustling. Xu Jiqing's jet-black hair was blown a little messy, and her long straight eyelashes looked like they were covered with snow. Her profile was clean and cold.

Su Xia felt her face getting hot.

Sometimes I think he is handsome, sometimes I feel ashamed.

They are both seventeen years old. Xu Jiqing is so reliable and can already support a family, but she can only act coquettishly and ask Su Xiaojuan for money.

Maybe she was watching too intently, Xu Jiqing in the distance seemed to have noticed it, and turned his head towards her when he lifted the plastic curtain for the umpteenth time.

Su Xia turned away in panic.

In order to avoid arousing Su Xiaojuan's suspicion, she came out carrying the cello case on her back. When she turned around, there was a big scene. Two little sparrows were perched on the branches beside her and flew away with a flutter.

She lowered her head and clenched her hands, her heart pounding.

Keep comforting yourself.

It’s okay, it’s okay. Although her guitar case is red and very eye-catching, Xu Jiqing has never seen it before and will definitely not recognize it.

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On New Year's Eve this year, Su Xia and Su Xiaojuan were in Jiangcheng.

CCTV's Year After Year was playing on TV, along with the cheerful tunes of folk music. Su Xia, wrapped in a fluffy home clothes, was standing on a chair and pasting red window paper-cuts.

The string of small lanterns above her head was also hung by her. Su Xia looked at it for a long time and felt that it was a little crooked. She pulled it down to see if it was crooked, pulled it twice more, turned her head and asked Su Xiaojuan.

"Mom, help me take a look. Is it straight now?"

"Just right, just right, just right."

Su Xiaojuan put her hands on her hips and said, "Tell me, why didn't you insist on going back to grandma's house this year?"

Su Xia chuckled, stood up by holding the back of the chair, and hugged him like a magnet, rubbing and kissing him.

"Because I don't like grandma, I only like you."

The family invited a chef from a five-star hotel to come and prepare a large New Year's Eve dinner. Su Xia just went into the kitchen to eat it secretly, and her mouth was moist.

Su Xiaojuan was disgusted, but couldn't help laughing, "Can you go wipe your mouth first?"

"Not wiping my mouth doesn't stop me from telling the truth."

Su Xia slid to the table, stuffed a piece of orange into her mouth, and forked another piece for Su Xiaojuan. "From now on, I'll be wherever you are."

My grandmother's family lives in the town. In recent years, they have built a magnificent small Western-style house, saying that they have reserved the best rooms for Su Xiaojuan and her daughter. Her uncle's brothers and sisters also look forward to playing with her, and call them every year to invite them to come back for the New Year.

In her previous life, Su Xia was confused about the situation. She thought Su Lijun was a good person, but she also envied other families who had both parents and children. They returned to their hometown hand in hand with their children, looked up at the lanterns, and ran all over the mountains to herd sheep and set off firecrackers.

But now think about it, how sincere can the grandmother who kicked her daughter out of the house when Su Xiaojuan was pregnant with her and ignored her for several years be to them now?

He was just greedy for Su Xiaojuan's money. Building a small building was not enough for him, and he hoped to get some benefits for Su Lijun.

Who can treat her as well as her mother?

Outside the large flat facing the river.

Cruise ships are coming and going bustlingly, and advertisements from major groups wishing New Year are scrolling on the facades of buildings, creating a vibrant and bustling atmosphere.

After the mother and daughter had their meal, Su Xiaojuan, as she did in previous years, took out a large box from a high-end luxury brand.

This is an old tradition in their family.

Because Su Xia lacked fatherly love since childhood, Su Xiaojuan firmly believed that her daughter should be raised in wealth.

Since she became rich, Su Xia has always bought high-end luxury first-tier clothes for the New Year, to avoid having her beautiful dress stolen by a poor boy when she grows up, and no amount of persuasion would get her back.

She performed well this year, so the box was extra heavy.

In addition to a pink silk dress, she also wore a square-cut diamond necklace, which looked very valuable.

Seeing Su Xia's look of being blinded by the light, Su Xiaojuan raised her eyebrows, "Are you stupid? What your boyfriend can give you, your mother can also give you."

"Next year, you'll be in your senior year of high school. No premature love allowed."

Su Xiaojuan pointed at her, "A boy who is worthy of my daughter must at least be able to afford a diamond this big."